Angels come to me in dreams
To lovingly explain the things I’ve seen
And still don’t have the mind to understand.
But I just brush them off
Before they’re ready to go.
I just answer back,
“I know, I know”.
But I don’t.
And it shows.
So each dream,
In numbers they grow,
Until the multitude of heaven
Weighs down my sleeping head.
And so I will sleep deeper,
The angels may start screaming,
Before long, they’ll even come
Into the day.
I brush them off
“I know, I know”.
I don’t know,
I only hope they stay…